Words.

I've been pensive today. Thoughts rushing in and out of my mind, and I keep finding myself trying to hold on to something to make the spinning stop. I have a lot on my mind. Life..VALUES, feelings, and all the great themes that aspiring authors seem to think about - love, hate, hope, betrayal, deceit, disappointment, all this melancholy and for what? To have a story that is supposed to end with a happy ending?

It is always said that our life is our very own book, and we are the narrators, filling up the pages as the days go by. But what happens when there is nothing to write? Writer's block...nothing important, nothing life-changing. Nothing.

Words scripted together to tell a story that no one really wants to hear. For a world that is to be filled with free will, never have I felt that my own THOUGHTS, my own words...are being ripped away from me. Are being labeled as "clingy, needy, desperate."

When was it NOT okay to express how you feel? About someone else, about an opinion, about a dream.. When was it not okay to hear a story and fall in love with the captivating words that have been chosen...When was it not okay to love?

A LOT of things have been taken away from me, but I simply cannot allow my very own words to be taken from my mind, from this tongue, from these lips. They are the only things I have left to hold on to, the only thing that can help me with my mixed emotions and troubling dreams. My words will save my story...which ever it may be.

If I choose the word "love," don't judge me.
If I choose the word "hate," don't patronize me.
If I choose the word "broken," don't try to figure me out.

My words are my saviour. My escape. The only thing I have left to keep me from going insane,

They are my BURSTS OF FREEDOM.